I journey through a desert drear and wild

I journey through a desert drear and wild, Yet is my heart by such sweet thoughts beguiled Of Him on whom I lean, my Strength, my Stay. I can forget the sorrows of the way.

Thoughts of His love—the root of ev'ry grace Which finds in this poor heart a dwelling-place; The sunshine of my soul, than day more bright, And my calm pillow of repose by night.

Thoughts of His sojourn in this vale of tears; The tale of love unfolded in those years Of sinless suffering and patient grace, I love again and yet again to trace.

Thoughts of His glory—on the Cross I gaze, And there behold its sad yet healing rays; Beacon of hope which, lifted up on high, Illumes with heavenly light the tear-dimmed eye.

Thoughts of His coming; for that joyful day In patient hope I watch, and wait, and pray; The dawn draws nigh, the midnight shadows flee, O what a sunrise will that advent be!